Yesterday before the rain
I cut the grass,
filled the bird feeder
and moved two grey wooden lawn chairs
For a few brief moments
I pretended he was with me
happy that the sky was blue
happy that the small birds
were chirping in the bushes
As the clouds moved over us
I asked my ghost husband,
"why did you leave so abruptly?"
There was no answer
from the other chair,
just a Blue jay feather
and some sea shells
from last summer, strewn
on the otherwise empty table between us